The latest novel in the series with the “sexiest, baddest, hottest”* outlaws around, from the New York Times bestselling author of Claimed.
In the latest novel in the series with the “sexiest, baddest, hottest”* outlaws around, one woman must choose between the two men who want to claim her...
...Or does she?
Despite his magnetic personality, Rylan can’t seem to seduce Reese, the deadly leader of their town of outlaws. Winning her over is a welcome challenge, but her indifference isn’t the only thing standing in his way. If he wants Reese, Rylan must also win over Sloan, her stoic protector...
Sloan has always loved Reese, but their painful past has stolen his chances of a future with her. Rylan’s interest in Reese only intensifies the tension—until Sloan begins to wonder if the reckless man might be the one person who can bridge the distance...
The last time Reese fell for the wrong man, she had no choice but to kill him. Now, she desperately wants to take what both Rylan and Sloan are offering. But if she makes the wrong call again, she risks losing them both.
About the Author
Elle Kennedy is the New York Times bestselling and RITA-nominated author of the Outlaws series, including Addicted and Claimed, and the Killer Instincts series. She grew up in the suburbs of Toronto, Ontario, and holds a BA in English from York University. From an early age, she knew she wanted to be a writer and actively began pursuing that dream when she was a teenager. She loves strong heroines, alpha heroes, and just enough heat and danger to keep things interesting!
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"Everyone's in position. Just waiting on your word."
At the sound of the deep male voice, Reese shifted her gaze from the high-voltage electric fence in the distance to find her most trusted friend emerge from the shadows. Sloan wore black from head to toe, and he was armed to the teeth. So was she. They all were.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Just waiting on your word. Because it all came down to her. Her word. Her plan. Her decision to rob this munitions depot.
The weight of leadership was heavier than normal tonight. The crushing losses she'd suffered, the unceasing guilt she harbored . . . they were light and airy compared to this burden. Before, her raids had involved teams of three at the most, but this one consisted of more than triple that. She was holding too many people's lives in her hands, and she didn't fucking like it.
"You want to abort?" Sloan studied her face, his hazel eyes piercing through the armor that always turned from steely to flimsy when he was around.
He knew her well. Too well. Four years ago, when this strong, silent man joined up with her small band of outlaws, it had taken mere seconds for Reese to trust him. Something about Sloan had compelled her to confide in him, to lean on him, to seek him out whenever a decision needed to be made.
It was no surprise that his simple prompting lifted the lid on the self-doubt she'd been trying to contain. "This could backfire on us. People could die."
"We all die eventually." His tone didn't hold a trace of emotion. "If it happens tonight, at least it'll be for a good cause."
"Will it?" Her teeth dug deeper into her cheek. What cause was she really fighting for? Freedom?
Or was it vengeance?
She wanted the Global Council to burn. She wanted to kill every single council member in the Colonies, every single Enforcer who carried out their dirty work. If she succeeded, the citizens living behind the city walls would be free. The outlaws living in secret outside those walls would no longer be hunted. But Reese would be lying if she said her motives were selfless.
The council had stolen everything from her. Every goddamn thing that she'd ever held dear. She despised them for it, and when that red-hot hatred burned as hot as it did now, it stripped away all notions that she might be doing this for anything other than pure revenge.
As usual, Sloan read her mind. He chuckled. "Doesn't matter that the cause-for you, anyway-might be tangled up with a bunch of other shit. It's still a cause, sweetheart. It's still something we all want." He jerked his head toward the small warehouse several hundred yards away. "We want those guns. We want to kill the bastards who are guarding those guns. And we're going to succeed."
A smile ghosted across her face. "We will, huh?"
"We've been planning this for weeks. Those motherfuckers don't stand a chance against us."
The rare flicker of humor in his eyes wore away at her hesitation. If Sloan was confident this could work, then she had to be too. He was right-meticulous planning had gone into it. They knew where every perimeter guard was posted. They knew exactly how many Enforcers were manning the interior. They knew the codes to deactivate the fence. They knew how to disable the cameras and the backup alert that the Enforcers would try to dispatch.
If they followed the plan to the last letter, they would get out of this alive.
Fuck. She was doubting herself again.
Reese stared at the warehouse and wished there were more places around it to use for cover. The wooded area spanning the rear and east side was advantageous for only half her people; approaching the front of the building would be impossible to do covertly. The warehouse's location was completely isolated, which made sense because the structure, for all intents and purposes, was a gigantic time bomb. With all the potential ammo, weapons, and explosives inside, one tiny accident could kill everyone in the vicinity. The blast barriers might absorb most of the damage, but either way, an explosion wasn't the outcome Reese hoped to get out of this.
She wanted those weapons.
But she also wanted her people to stay alive.
"Maybe we should do this alone," she told Sloan, wincing at the note of panic in her voice. "You and me. Send the others home."
His handsome features creased. She couldn't tell if he was worried or annoyed. Probably the latter. God knew she was pretty fucking annoyed with herself right now. Why was she acting like a scared little girl?
"They know what they're doing," Sloan assured her. "We made sure of it."
They had. Reese had assembled her best-trained people for this raid. And Connor Mackenzie, the leader of a small camp not far from hers, had sent three of his best men as well. Rylan, Pike, and Xander were used to these types of dangerous missions. In fact, Xan's technological prowess was what made the entire plan possible.
"Give the order, Reese," Sloan said softly. "We've wasted enough time."
She swallowed. Then she reached for the radio strapped to her belt. One shaky jab of her finger and she was addressing her soldiers. "Go time," she murmured. "The front guards will be switching rotation in three minutes. Xan, disable the fence now."
"Copy," came Xander's faint reply.
There was no outward sign that the fence would no longer zap anything that came in contact with it, but Reese trusted Xander when he reported a moment later that they were all set. The fence and cameras had been taken care of.
"Rylan, get ready," she said into the radio.
"Born ready," the bane of her existence drawled back.
She pictured him lying flat on his belly like a snake, hidden behind the small rise in the landscape that was hardly considered decent cover but was their only option. If the night breeze rustled even one strand of his hair, the Enforcers at the front gates would spot him. Though Rylan probably got off on that. From what Reese had seen, the man was addicted to danger.
She really wished Connor hadn't sent Rylan to join the party. The gorgeous blond outlaw got on her nerves, big-time. But he was also one of the most lethal fighters she'd ever met, thanks to the years he'd spent training recruits for the now defunct People's Army, an outlaw military group that had risen decades ago to fight the GC right after the war.
She might not like Rylan, but she needed him.
She glanced at Sloan, who was getting his rifle in position. "Let's do this shit," she said with a sigh.
His mouth quirked up in an almost smile.
The radio crackled to life again. "Shift change about to happen," Pike reported.
Reese took a breath before voicing the command. "Go."
There was only a split second of silence between her orders and the gunfire that blasted through the night.
Reese and Sloan burst out of the tree line, rifles up, fingers on the triggers. All her people had been given the same order: shoot to kill. They weren't taking prisoners.
Four Enforcers stood at the back gate, identifiable by their black tactical gear with red stripes down the sides of their pants. Two were behind the fence; two were posted at the gate beyond it. Reese didn't hesitate as she took aim on her enemies and opened fire.
Between her and Sloan-and the element of surprise-the guards at the gate dropped like flies, dead before they even hit the pavement.
The two behind the fence were a different story.
"Take cover!" Sloan shouted as they charged toward the fence.
Reese dove for shelter behind a military Jeep parked nearby. Sloan threw himself beside her as bullets whizzed above their heads. The Enforcers were shouting sharp, muffled orders to each other that Reese couldn't make out over the gunshots. The odor of gunpowder filled the air and she breathed it in as she repositioned her rifle and turned to Sloan.
"Head for the gate. I'll cover you."
He nodded, waited for her silent count, then flew forward with a surprising amount of grace and dexterity for such a large man. Reese popped up and provided cover fire, crowing in triumph when one of her bullets connected with her target. The assault rifle clattered out of the Enforcer's hands as a pained shout left his mouth. She'd hit his shooting arm. Good. That meant one less weapon being aimed at Sloan as he stormed the gate.
Shots continued to explode from all directions, but she refused to think about what was going on outside her assigned quadrant, refused to consider that her people might be caught in the crossfire she was hearing all around her. She focused on backing up Sloan, protecting Sloan.
"Clear!" he called less than a minute later.
Adrenaline surged through her blood as she hurried toward him. The cameras affixed to the tops of the fence weren't blinking green, but she still angled her face away from them, ducking her head as she ran.
Sloan trained his rifle on the rear doors. Reese did the same. She expected those doors to fly open at any second. The Enforcers guarding the interior would panic once they realized their lockdown procedures had been thwarted, a notion that brought a cruel smile to her lips. This station and its security protocols were wholly dependent on the technology that kept it operational. Thanks to Xander, all systems were down.
Her smile widened when muffled gunshots sounded from inside the warehouse. "They're in," she murmured to Sloan.
He didn't look as thrilled by that. "We should be in there too." But he didn't make a move toward the doors.
"We stay in position," she told him. "Stick to the plan, remember?"
And the plan required them to secure the rear and take out any Enforcers who tried to flee. Rylan and the others were doing their part inside.
It felt like an interminably long time before the gunfire died down and her people began reporting in.
"All clear." Beckett, who was with Nash on the west side of the warehouse.
"Clear." Davis and Cole from the east.
"All good here." Xander, who was monitoring the tech from one of their trucks.
"You guys can head inside now." The final report came from Rylan, sounding mighty pleased with himself.
Reese clicked on the radio. "Any casualties?"
A chorus of nos rang out, though she didn't miss the note of hesitation in Pike's voice. Shit. She hoped all her people were in one piece.
"Let's go," she said brusquely.
Weapons drawn, she and Sloan raced toward the two metal doors that swung open at their approach. A beaming Rylan appeared, his blue eyes dancing with mischief. "Hey, guys. Fancy meeting you here."
Sloan rolled his eyes.
"Is everything a joke to you?" Reese asked irritably.
"Gorgeous, we just raided a weapons depot and didn't die. I think I'm allowed to be in a good mood right now."
He had a point.
As they followed Rylan into the fluorescent-lit corridor, the ringing in Reese's ears eased, replaced by the wild hammering of her pulse. Holy fuck. They'd done it. They'd actually done it.
"Everyone okay?" she asked Rylan.
He shrugged. "More or less."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Your girl Sam took a bullet, but she'll live."
A rush of concern overtook her, spurring her to walk faster. Damn it. She'd been torn about bringing Sam along, but the woman was one of the best sharpshooters in Foxworth, the small town Reese had commandeered years ago.
"Where is she?" Reese demanded.
Rylan gestured to the set of doors at the end of the hall. "Pike's stitching her up. Don't worry, everything's fine."
Reese only moved faster. She'd be a fool to take Rylan's word for anything-the man could be bleeding out from his femoral artery and still insist everything was "fine." She rarely saw him without some injury that was "no big deal, gorgeous", although he was always quick to ask her to kiss it and make it better.
She pushed at the doors and found herself in a cavernous room filled with endless rows of shelving soaring almost to the ceiling. The scent of metal, gunpowder, and blood assaulted her nostrils as she stepped through the threshold. She paid no attention to the bodies strewn all over the cement floor. Dead Enforcers meant nothing to her.
Apparently they meant nothing to Rylan too; he didn't even glance down as he carelessly stepped over the bloodied body of an Enforcer who'd taken several bullets to the chest.
"See? She's fine." Rylan sounded exasperated as he pointed across the warehouse.
Reese relaxed when she glimpsed Sam. The slender brunette was sitting on a plastic chair, wearing a stony expression as Pike tied what looked like a piece of his shirt around her upper arm.
"You okay, Sammy?" Reese called out.
"Peachy," the woman called back, then offered a thumbs-up.
Appeased, Reese walked over to the nearest aisle and poked her head around the corner. Stacks upon stacks of wooden crates met her eyes, and then she spotted Beckett already hard at work, prying a crate open with his crowbar. He grinned when he saw her, then shoved aside a sea of packing peanuts to extract a gleaming assault rifle from the crate.
"Nice, huh?" he remarked.
Her heart started pounding again, this time from excitement rather than adrenaline. When she'd been gathering intel about this warehouse, all her sources were unclear about whether it would contain weapons or ammunition. Most depots weren't equipped to handle both, and it would have been pointless to get their hands on a shit ton of ammo when they had no weapons to use it with.
But Reese's gut had told her that West Colony's council members didn't have enough manpower to guard multiple munitions warehouses, particularly with the new colony that they were supposedly terraforming along the west coast. She'd banked on the council consolidating both weapons and ammo in one place, and her gamble had paid off.
These weapons were hers now. The endless boxes of ammunition were hers. It was all hers.
Her pulse sped up at the thought, but there was no time to bask in her victory. Once the Enforcers they'd killed missed their hourly check-in with headquarters, the city would send backup.
Reese clapped her hands together, and the sharp sound echoed through the massive space. "Load the trucks," she ordered. "We have fifteen minutes to take as much as we can. Let's not waste time, people."
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This review was written by Marie for a guest review post on Ever After Book Reviews blog: 4.5 Stars To say that I wasn’t exactly thrilled that this book was an MMF story would be a gross understatement. I was really not looking forward to reading it. But, having read the first two books, I felt it would do a great disservice to the author to not at least give it a try. And……. wow. I will admit to you that I am not a huge fan of angst and jealousy. I feel that in some stories it has its place, but a lot of authors tend to overdo it, making it more of an annoyance than anything else. And with an MMF romance, I was expecting some to a large degree. I was pleasantly surprised, however, at what a tremendous job Ms. Kennedy did keeping it to a balanced medium and not letting it overwhelm the story. She created a unique situation between a woman and two men, and turned it in to something beautiful. Of course, with any erotic romance, there is a fair share of gratuitous sex, and Ruled goes above and beyond in this category. I actually found myself blushing several times! However, the eroticism that goes along with the idea of two men and a woman is present, and that, combined with the romantic tones of the story, makes the pairing of these three all the more enjoyable. I’m extremely glad that I took a chance on the story of Reese, Rylan and Sloan. I thoroughly enjoyed the book, and felt that the story between these three characters desperately needed to be told. Bravo to Ms. Kennedy for taking her readers there and for being such a tremendous writer that even the most apprehensive reader gave it a chance and couldn’t put it down. ***I read and reviewed a paperback copy of the book gifted to the blog in exchange for an honest review. All conclusions reached are my own***
Reese is in charge of a sizeable outlaw town. She’s taken in anyone who’s needed shelter and protection and she’s worked out a way to keep the enforcers away from hunting her people. However, she hasn’t been able to keep Rylan away. Any time he has met up with Reese he’s tried as hard as he can to get between the sheets with her. Except, she ALWAYS turns him down. It doesn’t help that Sloan, her guard dog/right hand man, is always by her side. Always. Pretty soon, Rylan finds himself not only attracted to Reese but Sloan as well, and that is when things get really interesting for these three. I have been waiting for Reese and Rylan to get together, you knew it was coming, but I had no idea it would be like this. I had no clue that Sloan would be included into the mix and I honestly couldn’t be happier with the outcome. Sloan has been by her side since the moment they met and he’s always had her best interest at heart. On the flip-side, he’s also been in love with her from day one. Sadly, their relationship never went past that of friendship, that is, until Rylan finally makes it into Reese’s bed. Pretty soon their friendship lines get blurred. And boy were the blurry lines steamy. I don’t know what was sexier, Reese and Rylan, Rylan and Sloan, Sloan and Reese, or Reese, Rylan, and Sloan. It’s not all about the nookie though. I mean, there’s some deep emotional stuff going on. Rylan opens up about his past, Sloan opens up about his regrets with his friend who ultimately had to be “put down” and for not seeing the signs sooner, and Reese feels the intense pressure of having so many people relying on her. However, from first glance, Reese seems like a bad-a** chick that doesn’t have feelings, Rylan seems like he takes everything as a joke, and Sloan is as emotional as a rock. I loved that we got POV’s for each of them and we got to peel back their layers. Not only was the character development on point but the action was intense. You had enforcers knocking down Reese’s town just about every time she coughed, she was going out all the time with her crew to take out enforcer posts, there was never a dull moment with this book. I was either on the edge of my seat of fanning myself off. I loved that this story not only surprised me with its outcome, but it exceeded all my expectations. Elle definitely stepped up her game with this one. I can’t wait to see what she has in store for us next.
Review: RULED (The Outlaws Series) by Elle Kennedy Publication Date: November 1, 2016 Genre: Romantic Suspense/ Science Fiction Reviewed by: Reading in Pajamas/ Cori Rated: 4.5 Stars I loved it! RULED is a scorching hot romantic suspense set in an apocalyptic world that kept me flipping the pages. It had not one, but two hot alpha heroes and a heroine I rooted for. The story took some twists and turns that surprised me. I couldn't choose between the two heroes and fell in love with them both. I just love this series. Elle Kennedy has a writing style that draws the reader into the story. Anytime I pick up one of her books I know I'm going to get swept up in a good story. RULED is part of Elle Kennedy's Outlaw Series, but it can be read as a standalone. It's set in apocalyptic world but I think romance readers that do not normally read this genre would still enjoy it. It's a great romance and I highly recommend it. *Review copy provided by Penguin in exchange for an honest review.
4.25 stars--RULED is the third installment in Elle Kennedy’s adult , post-apocalyptic/dystopian Outlaws erotic, romance series. This is Rylan, Reese, and Sloan’s story line. RULED can be read as a stand alone without any difficulty but I recommend reading the series in order for backstory and history. NOTE: RULED contains graphic and explicit scenes of M/M/, M/F and M/F/M sexual situations and may not be suitable for all readers. SOME BACKGROUND: The OUTLAW series by Elle Kennedy focuses on the post-apocalyptic USA where the country is now divided into a number of respective territories without government control. There are various factions of bandits, enforcers, outlaws, and the people from the city. Life on the outside is hard; there are no laws, no law enforcement, and death is often the better option. Several groups of outlaws have banded together in gated communities for protection and control. Told from several third person points of view including Rylan, Reese, and Sloan RULED focuses on survival. Reese is determined to end the suffering of the people in her ‘town’ and gathers together the leaders of the outlying camps in an attempt to take down the Enforcers patrolling the area. With one woman pregnant and about to give birth, and a number of under-aged children under her care, Reese’s settlement has been targeted by the people who claim to be in charge. Meanwhile Reese battles her attraction and the emotional fall out for the two men who call to her heart-Rylan and Sloan-both strong, alpha males whose attraction to one another adds fuel to the fire that is already burning. What ensues is the building relationship between Rylan, Reese and Sloan, and dangerous battle for power and control in a war between the Enforcers and the Outlaws. RULED is a graphically, erotic story line of ménage between three people whose lives will be changed when the potential loss of one means the loss of their hearts. Sloan has been in love with Reese since the first day they met five years earlier; and Rylan’s need for his ‘fearless leader’ is compounded with his need for her second in command. The $ex scenes are intense, seductive and energetic with M/M, M/F, and M/F/M sexual situations. The world building continues to focus on survival in a post-apocalyptic world where life expectancy is short; food and supplies are scarce; and security and safety is never guaranteed. Elle Kennedy’s RULED and the OUTLAWS series is a gritty and graphic look at survival of the fittest. The premise is imaginative and clever; the characters are heartbreaking, vivacious, and heroic; the romance is real and raw.